Home. And I'm stuffed and reeling and swaying with all the thoughts in my head spilling over like tissue paper in a small bag, arguments and love and anger and amazement packed into my heart and lungs. Visions of eucalyptus trees -- with all their leaves looking forlorn among their deciduous neighbors -- and swaying road and softly depressing grey
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